Nightfall descended gently, and the pale moonlight cast upon the cobblestone path, forming tranquil scenes like those in a painting.
Shao He, dressed lightly, stepped briskly towards Xiao Linzhang's room, asking with concern about the child's day.
The nanny spoke with a smile about Xiao Linzhang's day, while Qing Shan brought over a pot of hot tea, handed a cup to her, and asked with concern as she looked at the master's fatigued complexion, "Miss seems to not be in the best of spirits today; are you feeling unwell?"
"It's nothing, probably just over-tired," Shao He took the teacup, sipped lightly on the hot tea, and the rich aroma of the tea spread in her mouth, as if capable of taking all her fatigue and irritability away.
At that moment, she approached the bed, gazed through the window, and saw the view outside.
